(For Emily, my Muse)
I listen to the melody,
Your fingers etch,
In silence on my palm.
It is the music of the universe,
Commanding I should never harm.
Your rhythm bears a message,
Notes overlap in rich harmony.
Revealing a tranquility few could ever sense.
Most will never feel the wonders you can share.
They don’t know how to listen,
They are deaf to your silence.
They unlock doors that never needed keys,
They listen for sounds, but never hear.
For there is nothing for them here.
And of I, new student in this art.
Admitted to study by chance alone.
How might I improve my feeble skills?
Can gentle hours in silence teach me?
Could I recall the forgotten traces,
Of silent melody?
I hope so.
(08.10.23)
appetite-2-write 